THE UNCLEAN

The mind kept moving

Not the body.

Nothing but an angel

Disguised as a demon

To the eyes of the ones

That judged everyone.

The sound came out
Not the words.
Caged within a narrow cave
Where only curses came out loud

With the ones that invaded

In senseless things.

The hands moved across the paper

Without inscribing any words
Mind as blank as body,
As pure as a dummy.
Branded perfect for the society
But failure for the mankind.

The one that is capable

But made unclean.